Bright day –
hope breezes
through open window
sparrow lights
on windowsill
espies me cock-eyed
What wonders
keep you inside?
he queries
I sputter…
lacking adequate
response
pardon me
for abandoning…
have another call.
Bright day –
hope breezes
through open window
sparrow lights
on windowsill
espies me cock-eyed
What wonders
keep you inside?
he queries
I sputter…
lacking adequate
response
pardon me
for abandoning…
have another call.
Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?
Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.
(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)
Restlessness accompanies me
on the sojourn today –
unfazed by ripe red
belly of robin,
or shimmering emerald
of breeding merganser’s crown.
My lens seeks out decay –
rotting wood, darkened cavities –
as if my soul craves reassurance
that life persists even where death
hovers – I need a sign.
Discontent, I move on –
drive the river road,
snail pace – praying for
something to shake
this malaise –
birds come and go,
trees radiate Spring green,
I pause, unmoved.
And then I spot it –
across the river, high up –
a massive hulk –
lens raises, adjusts, snaps –
the regal hunter turns towards me,
regards me with ferocious intensity,
does not falter on his perch –
All-seeing, fearless,
he is spirit-manifested,
a messenger, lifting me
from stagnation –
momentary redemption.
(Linking up with my weekly challenge: Â in-between.)
The Canadian Shield,
where rugged pines stretch,
reach for endless skies,
taking root in rocky shores.
We set boulders
in our gardens – anchors
against untimely storms,
or reminders of endurance
when all else falls away.
Even the satisfying crunch
of stones along the path
fascinate – variance of colours
and forms, like art – promising
undiscovered treasures.
(Rocks first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, and was in response to a photo challenge. Â I have edited it here.)
Morning light,
guiding radiance…
No clouds, nor entanglements
darken your purpose –
radiance equating with hope.
(Image from personal collection.)
Elaborate, the tree forts
imagination envisions
Indifferent, the rationale
that overpowers inspiration
I balk, abandon hope,
build a wall instead,
forgetting…
Creativity is not linear,
tolerates input, planning,
some alternatives preferred.
(Featured image from personal collection. Â Doesn’t it just say: Â “Climb me!”? Â This image is a Live Oak, in Texas, and is available on various products at Society6.)
When dawn,
an earthly murmur,
I walk, light
Soon, heat climbs,
the verdant blanket
grass, rose, blossom
I offer water,
hot, relax.
(Friday is Magnetic Poetry online.)
Beneath mossy beards
weathered faces watch, listen –
silent witnesses.
Black and white flashes
disrupt the tangle of grey –
heart-soaring sweetness.